Veronica Rossi

He kisses like a poet. Like he's writing poems on my lips.

He had a prince's looks but a pirate's eyes.

She felt as though she__ found a moment of forever. Like this was how they should__e always been

She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She__ seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. She would find the answer.

Do you need me?_ she said. She could scout as well as Roar and Brooke, who had already disappeared into the darkness. Perry looked up. His hair was tied back with a leather strip, but a piece fell forward, a blond wave coming to rest at his eyebrow. __ou want the truth?_ Aria braced herself for a comment about her arm. __lways._ __hat__ my answer.

It was my idea. It's the safest way, but it's strange pretending to be something different. It's like there's a glass wall between us. Like I can't touch him or ... reach him. I don't like the way it feels.

We all have the potential to do terrible things. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes.

Come back with me, Aria. Be with me.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock.

They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life

But when a cut is deep, it__ still just flesh beneath.

When you've been hurt by someone you love like he has, why would you ever seek love out? Why would you risk being hurt again?

He__ pushed it back, where he__ kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn__ stay. Wouldn__ stop. Wouldn__ let him go.

Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

She found it curious and frightening that she could deeply dislike someone she didn__ even know. It wasn__ her. At least, it wasn__ how she used to be.

Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perry's heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.

She did it, though she hated opera. She hated everything about it. The overblown sense of drama. The violence and lewdness. No one had ever died of heartbreak in Reverie. Betrayal never led to murder. Those things didn__ happen anymore. They had the Realms now. They could experience anything without taking risks. Now, life was Better than Real.